Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.